#012

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Sanji isn't sure of a lot of things, but not having fallen asleep in some sort of restaurant, well, that's... that's something he's sure he didn't do. His face had been firmly planted into a counter top, and he's sitting on a stool, and his back HURTS, DAMN.

And it looks like it's not just him that's waking up in this place.]

...Huh? Oi, what the hell's going on now?!



[ooc: Open, herp. Uhhh probably not for journal use, since we'll just be reading Paradisa: The Comic Book. Feel free to threadjack in this post if you want some generalized 'wtf diner' threadage.]

Comments

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

A trick? Where'd you learn it?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Invented it myself! It's very impressive, isn't it? [Wink wink, sparkle sparkle!]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

It's--I'm speechless.

[Which is a remarkably difficult task to achieve. Congratulations for doing it.]

1/2

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Opening for being amazing spotted!]

It's nothing special, just something I invented when regular kicks just aren't enough--

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Regular kicks aren't enough. Diable Jambe kicks aren't enough. Wait, this means he failed.]

--It really is nothing special.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[He's back to moping. She shakes her head. He is so damaged.]

Don't feel bad. [Leaning over the counter to pat him on the head.] I tried throwing a stool at it and it didn't even crack.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Go, psychiatrist girl. Work your magic.]

F-forgive me, Harley-chan! I may have failed, but I'll make our stay here in this place as painless as possible! You may use me as a pillow at night to keep you comfortable!

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[...this might beyond her ability to help.]

No, that's okay. [Resisting urge to back away. For an entirely different reason than before.] Why don't we try and see if there's any other exit?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[If it helps, he's offering his services as a cushy object for completely unperverted reasons. There's nothing else comfortable to sleep on around. It doesn't make him any less weird, though, yes.]

...You're right! There might be a back door! [And just like that, he's up and dashing toward the back!]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Wait for me!

[Running after him. Just in case she needs to stand between the freezer full of ice cream and its possible death and destruction at his leg.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Nah, no more violence today. He's just gonna yoink open the freezer the normal way, you know, with the hands and everything. Hello, frozen greasy food and delicious fattening treats!]

...Hm. I can work with this. [And now to... look around futilely for a back door.]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

You can make lunch?

[That is not the sound of her stomach growling at the word 'lunch'. You're just hearing things.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[...All other concerns, right out the window. TO THE FRIDGE, AGAIN!]

Of course! What would you like? There's a whole lot of meat, mostly. Frozen, but I can make it work.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

I dunno. Right now, I'd eat the whole cow and still have space for fries. Make whatever you want! I'll eat anything.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Hmm... beef, then. How's a nice, thick hamburger sound to ya, Harley-chan? And I can rustle up some fries, too, plenty of'em in here... looks like pie and cake and ice cream, too.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Cake and ice cream too?!

[She'll be throwing both arms into the air in celebration.]

Yay, Sanji!

[flambage.livejournal.com]

It'll be a full-course meal for you! [A pause.] And everyone else out there, too. I can't let anyone go hungry.

[So serious! But the cheerful bouncing sobers him up, yes it does.]

How do you take it? Guessin' you're a... medium-rare girl?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[That stops the bouncing.]

How'd you know?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[But he likes the bouncing.]

Why, my cook's sense, of course!

[Lucky. Guess.]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[OIC]

You must be a great cook.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Mmmhm.]

Why, thank you! [BEAMING.] You like all the trimmings, or should I go easy on somethin'?

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Lay it all on me!

[flambage.livejournal.com]

I will, then! This will be the best hamburger ever!

[Why yes, he's going to experiment with flavors that seem like they'd work well together on a hamburger, now.]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[Okay he's excited. Harley will be keeping out of his way just in case knives or pieces of food start flying.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Why, ma'am, he'd never waste wood or endanger lives like that. Just going to do some maximum heat extreme cooking here, with utensils flying precisely where they're meant to fly and condiments are made a thing of beauty.

It's not just his legs that are superhuman, ya see. Man's got some moves with those hands o' his. Just watch the show!]